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WHO Georgia Bradford [Molly Whuppie] and Charlie Toussaint [Tin Soldier]
WHEN Wednesday January 16 2007, 7 PM
WHERE Georgia's house in Queens
WHAT As promised, Charlie takes down Mrs. Bradford's Christmas lights. They exchange gifts.
RATING TBD!
STATUS In-Progress!

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Halfway through 'Tea, if that's okay,' and Georgia had already filled a tall glass full of ice cubes and Lipton's iced. Not that Georgia would ever own up to such a thing, but it went unsaid that the tallest of her drink glasses was Charlie's by proxy, and that it was equally unsaid that the pitcher in the icebox was for his use alone. She never had taken a fondness for Lipton's, after all, much preferring a lemonade if she had to have summer refreshment, but the pitcher endured. She made short work; the glass was already frosted with condesating beads by the time of Charlie's appearance, tiny glasses of sugar cubes and lemon wedges nestled carefully by the pepper pickles nearby. Placing all the stops out for company was, after all, something Georgia prided herself in immensely.

"You can sit yourself down, Charles. Get comfortable. That helps a lot." Her smile bordered on the Cheshirian as she rooted through the dairy box, all revelry in being host. A spidery hand waved vaguely in the general area of the table, resplendent in its bounty. "Actually, fill up your plate. You know I hate to wait after the blessing." And the butter landed heavily by Georgia's plate rather unapologetically.

Regardless of her guest's actions, Georgia reached for the salad and started to deposit leafy piles on her plate. Her voice was dry as it said, "Goodness, I'm not sure if I should give you my gift before or after I serve you dessert. A secret, by the by," and the way Georgia mentioned it, as casually as she could, it was not the normal pound cake du jour.

"Of course, I guess that is part of your Christmas. I think I made one of your favorites." Georgia's voice was professionally uncertain.